บททั้งหมดของ Marked by the Lycan Prince: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

DARIANThe Haven sprawls before me like a fortress, its stone walls and wrought-iron gates gleaming in the fading sunlight. My car tires crunch over the gravel as I slam the brakes, adrenaline screaming through my veins. Daisy’s hand grips mine in the passenger seat, and Kelvin’s jaw is set, silent but tense. I don’t need words, my eyes are fixed on the only thing that matters: getting inside, getting to Iris, and tearing this nightmare apart.We storm through the gates, leaving the car behind, moving fast, each step pounding with purpose. The Haven has always been a place of secrets, of rules that bend and twist to suit the powerful. Today, I don’t care about rules. Today, I am the law.The main house looms before us. I barrel through the front door, ignoring the startled guards. I can feel them watching me, calculating, but none of them moves to stop me. They know. They know I am not a man to be stopped when I’m angry.I race up the stairs, heart hammering, hands clenched. I know wh

IRISThe doors slam open, and I’m dragged inside.My knees scrape the stone as I hit the ground hard, the echo of the impact swallowed by the murmur of a crowd. My palms sting, my breath shudders. The air is thick with power, Lycan energy thrumming like a living thing. I lift my head just enough to see them. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. All watching me.The throne room stretches wide and cruel, lined with dark marble and silver banners bearing the royal crest. Every gaze cuts through me like a blade. But I only see one person.The Lycan King.He sits on his throne, still and terrible, his eyes the color of frozen iron. The crowd bows their heads as if afraid to meet his gaze. I don’t move. I can’t. His attention lands on me, and I feel it like a weight pressing against my chest.“Bring her forward,” he says.The soldier yanks my arm, forcing me onto trembling legs. My knees lock just long enough for me to stumble toward the dais. The sound of chains scraping across the floor follows me. Wh

DARIANThe silence is unbearable.I can still hear my own words ringing in my head; Exile me. Strip me of my title. Just let her live.They hang in the air like smoke, thick and choking, filling every corner of the throne room.No one moves. No one breathes. The world feels frozen, caught between one heartbeat and the next.My father’s eyes are on me. Cold. Calculating. But there’s something else there too, something I’ve never seen before. Not anger. Not disdain. Something heavier.He exhales slowly, the sound loud in the stillness.Then he does the unthinkable.He pulls the sword away from Iris’s throat.The crowd gasps as he lowers it completely, the silver blade gleaming harmlessly at his side. His hand falls away from her shoulder. He steps back.For a second, I don’t believe what I’m seeing. My brain can’t process it. I stare, unmoving, waiting for the catch, for the cruelty, the trick, the punishment.But he just stands there, breathing hard, his gaze unreadable.I stumble to m

DARIANI carry her into my chambers, her weight light despite the bruises and dirt clinging to her skin. Every muscle in my body tenses, every thought screaming at me that she’s alive, and that’s all that matters right now. I set her gently on the bed, hands brushing over her trembling shoulders as I check for cuts, scratches, signs of the fight she endured.“You’re safe,” I murmur, voice low and raw. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”Her eyes, wide and wary, meet mine. She tries to smile, but it falters almost immediately. I want to tell her it’s over, that she doesn’t have to fight anymore, but the memory of her being dragged, the fear I felt hearing her cries, still burns in me.I reach for the ruined clothing sticking to her skin. My hands are careful, gentle, lifting the tattered fabric away without pulling at her wounds. Every scrape, every bruise, every tear in her clothes fuels the fire in me. I want to erase it all. I want to burn down the world that dared touch her.“Let me help

IRISI wake up the next morning to the sound of his soft breathing against my hair. I look up to catch a glimpse of his face and boy, is he beautiful. Beautiful and mine. “What’re you looking at, princess?” He speaks before he opens his eyes to catch my gaze. A smile spreads across my lips almost immediately. He kisses my forehead, my cheeks and the moment he catches my lips in a hot kiss, the knots in my stomach twist and turn. The kiss very quickly transcends into an intense, fiery and slurpy kiss, tongues dancing against each other. One second, I’m lying against his chest, lips interlocked and the next second, I’m on top of him. I gasp at the quickness of the change in position. I’m already breathless from the kiss. He adjusts me on him and a sharper gasp slips from my lips when I feel his bulge between my legs. He smirks at my reaction. “Can you feel how much I want you, princess?” I nod once. “Words, princess.”“Yes,” I say breathlessly. And he kisses me again, and thi